The Cruel Billionaire's Unwanted Perfect Wife

k down on the porcelain plate.

ide the Sutton family's Long Island estate. T

he tapped her manicured fingernail aga

es were fixed on Ellery's flat

n food. "I am following the doctor's

gner handbag and pulled out a folded piec

d. "You need to quit that little dressmaking hobby of yours. Y

against her ribs. "My studio is not a hobby

ening. Goldia's face turned a dangerous sh

r back. The wooden legs scraped

coat from the back of her

n, Holland. I am not finished

m for argument. "This conversation is over." He grabb

er toward th

ked from the dining roo

hed the heavy oak doors ope

ry's face. Holland practically threw her in

the hood, and got into the driver's se

The tires screeched against the gravel driv

y turned her head and stared out the window. T

les were stark white. He yanked the wheel har

ulled into the private underground

in silence. The doors slid open. Holland immediatel

feet ached. She turned her body

crystal glass filled with amber whiskey.

n between his thumb and index fing

like a mute tonight

just playing the part. Isn't that what your mo

ed. The muscle in his

he marble bar counter. The glass didn't

d scooped her u

Ellery yelled,

nd kicked the master bedroom door open. He threw he

climbed over her, pinning her wrists to the mattress a

vy. The sound of their ragge

her. He stood up and pulled his bathr

wn at her. Ellery pulled the thick duvet up

and sneered. His voice was cruel and d

opper. She refused to let the tears fall. She

oom door. He placed his ha

rning at nine sharp," he ord

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washed over her. She wrapped her arms around her